Except when it's raining. On those days he presses the button for the 11th floor - with his umbrella.
he's a dwarf
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Pronounced as one letter,
And written with three,
Two letters there are,
And two only in me.
I'm double, I'm single,
I'm black, blue, and gray,
I'm read from both ends,
And the same either way.
What am I?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
What turns everything around, but does not move?
the sun